Ache

Alone-Manrock_underground

 

 

An Ache. Always an ache.

The terrible struggle of days and aeons

And from this trembling body I gaze aghast at my terrestial hand that shakes,

Severed, in front of my face across the space,

Almost light years away in this enclosure.

But it is real.

A pain I have, and I try to place it;

It has been with me for some time.

And I touch the ground that is the earth.

I feel

And it is real –

The throbbing, the sorrow, the weariness, the love, the desire, the ambition is

there

Within this breaking world of me…

Yes, indeed I am alive…

Indeed this pulsing heart has some purpose,

But the pain remains, beating…

 

dark space

 

God knows best

Why this breathing troubles my soul;

Knows best

The gravity of existence as I lay buried here, dis-located,

Beneath this weighty soil.

 

buried-alive

By Arif uz Zaman

June 2000

 

To view the REPLY to this poem, click ‘I belong‘.

To understand what are ‘The Dialogue Poems’, click here.

Advertisements

1 Comment

Filed under Arif uz Zaman: Dialogue Poem, Arif uz Zaman: Poetry, Poetry

One response to “Ache

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s